Te tunc jubere, me decet jussa exequi.
It shall not grieve me to the snowy hills,
Or frozen Pindus' tops forthwith to climb.
Or run through fire, or through an army,
Say but the word, for I am always thine.
Haud timet mortem, cupit ire in ipsos
———obvius enses.
[5444]———when he felt death,
Dusked been his eyes, and faded is his breath
But on his lady yet casteth he his eye,